Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.